its blinding me. all of this repetitive propaganda on television. in the movies. in the magazines. its so very blinding. yesterday while walking down a street i will not name past a store i do not name i overheard a rather disturbing conversation between a daughter and her mother. daughter "but ashley has one and tony and vicki." mother "i dont think its a good idea honey. youre only 12." daughter "this is so unfair. i hate you." (turns her back and pouts) mother "jennifer. okay ill think about it." daughter "well lets go look at them now...i need one by friday. thats when beth is getting hers." mother "i said id think about it." daughter "moooooooom...its just a cellphone. i want one now. god i hate you." by this point. i couldnt listen any longer. i wanted to hit the girl. i wanted to smack her and tell her to wake up. wake up to the world. to the real world around you. the world isnt a cellphone. or a ipod. or those ridiculous clothes you pay so much for just because some skinny dead looking model says that "its made for you." i just want to scream. GET OVER IT. GET OVER IT. the noises on the street. people talking to people talking to people talking on their cellphones. about things i shouldnt know. telling things i shouldnt hear. screaming things i dont want to hear. the noises of the rings. and the keypad tones. and the talking. must you give a blow by blow account of what youre doing every fucking moment of your petty little life? "O HI SAM IM JUST IN LINE RIGHT NOW. IM WALKING UP TO THE CASHIER. THE TOTAL IS 11.95. I AM HANDING HER A 20. SHE IS WEARING A VERY NASTY LOOKING SHIRT. THE CASHIER IS. NOW SHES HANDING ME MY CHANGE. NOW IM WALKING OUT OF THE DOOR. IM HEADING TO MY CAR..." someone give me a fucking break. we have become so unimportant through our own diagnosed important-ness that life now is just a series of cellphone calls and ipod tunes and self cleaning ovens. i loathe our times. i was born too late.